"Bang!"
Jiang Qiao grabbed the man and instantly embedded him in the wall, leaving only his head outside.
"Talk."
"What exactly is your identity?"
After finishing everything,
he clapped his hands and said leisurely,
"Do you know what you're doing?" the man snarled. "I'm an investigator from the Special Management Department. How dare you attack me? There won't be anywhere in the world for you to hide!"
"Just because you have some strength."
"You think that means you can do whatever you want?"
He was extremely indignant.
A vicious glint flickered in his eyes, and he wished he could kill Jiang Qiao's entire family.
"I'm sorry."
"Having strength means I can do whatever I want."
Jiang Qiao walked up to him, raised his hand, and slapped him across the face.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound rang out loudly.
It even produced an echo in the empty conference room.
The man's shouting was instantly cut off.
"You're looking for death!" the man growled lowly, his eyes bloodshot. "If you dare kill me today, you'll be wanted. For a villain like you, you'll definitely be killed on the spot!"
"If you don't dare kill me and let me go, I'll take revenge anyway!"
"No matter what you choose."
"You're already a dead man!"
"Is that so?"
Jiang Qiao remained unmoved and slapped him again.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
Very soon,
the sound of slaps played a symphony in the conference room.
And with each successive slap,
the man's body began to undergo a bizarre change. Although he continued shouting, his body grew increasingly blurred, utterly unlike that of a normal living person.
In the end,
even his shouting turned into a mechanical, strange, and meaningless sound.
"Ghost Slave."
"A true Ghost Slave."
When Jiang Qiao stopped slapping him, the man's face had completely lost